'It was not my idea to give you such charming little hands.'

The question takes him aback. No, he is not all right. Solomon is dead once again after being tortured by him, young master is nowhere to be seen, and only God knows when they will meet again. The void, anxiety and guilt left by that single precious soul are nothing but unbearable. Truth be told, he almost misses Michael at this point. Moreover, he is more than a little worried about what will happen when they approach the next solar system. He feels cold.

However, Mister Break's concern is really sweet, and further proof that he is no longer alone. The fact that they are still together after Exsilium is no small miracle. And so instead of retelling the obvious tale of his losses, he raises his pale hand towards the artificial sun, allowing Mister Break to take a look at the yellow rays filtering between his nontransparent fingers.

'Unless you are planning to discard me for not being a proper heater, this is nothing that cannot be solved by thick coats and longer nights of sleep. You may also reconsider getting terribly hurt for the time being.'